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foundations
They think that I'm taking a stroll but really I'm walking to my destination
Keep it tunnel vision with the goal, focused on my own and having

run up the cash
I hit the banks and then I hit the dash
I clear the checks then I'm counting my cash
Monday through Sunday I do it again
Monday through

8 Million Stories

A Tribe Called Quest

Midnight Marauders

1993

my ride and cold macked it
Yo Tip, I tell you man the devil's tryin it
But I'm goin to stay strong cause I ain't buyin' it
Tonight I'm taking Sherry

very sharp.
They wounded his body hard.
The blood was running plentifully.
Nobody could hear his screams and calls

An eagle had no children,
So he was

Walking on water
A hot red glow
Gem now in sight and I won't let go
Wounded and frozen
My legs grow numb
Trapped in it's danger where I'm not loved

sit and think 
You know you're still on my mind
Taking up all my time
Time to start over again
Find out where it all began
Back 'round to go, because, I

mamma's hands

They kept us warm, they kept us fed
Taught us how to look ahead
Now looking back I understand

We were walking in high cotton
Old times there

life just isn't worth it
I'm walking down this road, I'm tryna figure out my purpose
I'm tryna find the Lord so every Sunday go to service
Tie me up

leading you to bring others pain
Or the purposes for the churches meeting every Sunday
From 11 to 2 you do your thang, come back, but things still the same

and Carrie was safe
But the "Thunder Child" had vanised forever
taking with her mans last hope of victory
The leaden sky was lit by green flashes
cylinder

the colors of the city at twilight
Sang it out loud when I was walking long the highway
Finally found my voice cause I missed you on a Sunday
Everything I

Walking back onto my vices, mmm, lemme say more
Gossip spreading raise my dopamine levels too much
It's that he said she said drug in my guts
Lost

catch his eye
Let him see you when you're walking by
(To catch a thief)
In the dead of night
You surely gotta do it right
(To get him back)
Tell him

2:30 baby, won't you meet me by the bean
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is, whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin'

I'm walking away, taking my time
People trying to walk are pushing me by
I don't know if it's rush hour
I don't know if it's time for you to back off

Walking down playa del Rey

Smoking joints by myself

Having thoughts about my ol lady

She something else.

Thinking bout my ex these days

bad for my

come round on Sunday to grannies


Chop down a slab Mr. Chan call me Jackie

Glide with the wap or I step with the Ramsey

Feds chasing me down like oi

Don't have to be any more than a Sunday morning

[Chorus]
Cause I know you're back in town somewhere
I heard it through the grapevine that you're there

Awful things are happening in this world today
Infact, the words of an old hymn come to mind
Its an unfriendly world
Tragedies by land and sea,

let me show you sum
Peep ya staring my way
Though you playing it off
By the end of the night
You gone be in my arms
So many bad shawty's
Walking up in

Shit everyday I feel I'm living in an ultimatum
Been a couple years since I been to a church on a Sunday
And I keep on saying that I’ma figure it all out

drama like it's Cory and my family's worried my minds in a dangerous territory
But I'm still here
Wounded but I'm walking
To be honest with you this past

Really got love for the bros
Even though we don't speak all the time
Racks on me when I'm walking by

You a fake friend gotta cut that tie
Backseat bro got

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't